tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15429326022111426722014-10-06T18:49:57.273-05:00Naturopathy AbroadAn aspiring Naturopathic Doctor's experiences in the Midwest, the West coast, and Taiwan.John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-69113695022266911122011-07-14T00:55:00.000-05:002011-07-14T00:55:13.908-05:00Yet another apology.Just realized how many typos I've made in the past and am <strike>slightly</strike>&nbsp;completely disgusted with myself. While I admit that much of the posts were done at 1 or 2 o'clock in the morning while I was in a foreign everything, there's no excuse. I'll be fixing what I can immediately after I finish this.<br /><br />Aside from my drowslexia rearing it's nasty head, I've been relatively on the ball lately. It's a good feeling, and &nbsp;it helps me stay positive despite all of life's curveballs. My new job has allowed me to start worrying about things besides rent, which is both a relief and a chore. Some things, like finally sending off the gifts I got for people while I was in Taiwan or finishing up the follow-on report for the Gilman project, have been long looked-forward to. Other things have not. The ever-closer end of the grace period on my student loans is one glaring example.<br /><br />Luckily, I've been able to focus a lot of my attention on more immediate concerns. I've started volunteering with a really awesome group here in Seattle called Heroes for the Homeless that does monthly homeless outreach missions. We wake up at ridiculous o'clock, prepare multiple carloads of sandwiches and other supplies, and then hand-deliver them to those in need. It's really well-coordinated and supports a lot of people. To give you an idea of how effective - yet personal - the whole thing is, I'll bet that at least an eighth of the people I've met in Seattle are homeless. I know their names and where I can expect to see them again, but the weirdest thing is that I sincerely look forward to seeing them again. That makes it easy. The hard part is learning about the support services here in Seattle. There is a literal mountain of information of absorb, and that's not including the word on the street about these places. Things like bed bugs don't often get talked about on organisation websites, but that can make or brake a service provider's efficacy.<br /><br />Finally, I've been trying to take advantage of free advocacy training that is provided by the Office for Victims of Crime. It's long, and I'm trying really hard to tough it out through all the reading materials, but it's probably one of the most challenging things to do well that I've been up to lately.John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-85072741371455400672011-07-05T11:21:00.000-05:002011-07-05T11:21:47.723-05:00HOMYGOODNESS dramaMOAR updates:<br /><ul><li>I was recently hired on to the staff of the Seattle Skin Cancer Center as a Mohs Technician. Basically, I help cure cancer by cutting it into little pieces. I tend to laugh at the tumors as I do this.</li><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My Iritis has returned with a vengeance. Currently not able to see through the cloud of white blood cells that is INSIDE of my eye, but I have an appointment to get it looked at today after suffering the fourth of July weekend. Apparently Every opthalmologist either takes a four day vacation if they aren't already on sick leave. It sucks to their asthmar, because now my eye is so hulk-like and angry that I'm bettting they'll have to bring out the big guns.</li><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://dnamazing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/clockworkorange.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="208px" i$="true" src="http://dnamazing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/clockworkorange.jpg" width="320px" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Something like this, only with Lazers.</td></tr></tbody></table><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Otherwise, I'm in the process of completing the Gilman Follow-on Report and trying to keep in touch with people like Dr. Huang&nbsp;and my recently engaged friends Russ and Rachel (congratualations!).</li></ul>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-60528315950888080442011-06-13T15:02:00.000-05:002011-06-13T15:02:22.500-05:00Pushing 600 CC's of Coffee.Hey strangers.<br /><br />Sorry about the gap in posts. A whole bunch of stuff has been going on and updating this thing has been on the bottom of my priority list.<br /><br />Stuff that's been happ'nin:<br /><br /><ul><li>I'm currently a delivery driver at Pizza Hut and in the process of becoming a shift manager. It's been a great way to learn the area of a suburb twenty minutes away from where I live while putting a lot more wear and tear on my wife's car than I ever thought possible. While Seattle-area drivers are generally very polite and the GPS my mom gave me before I left Wisconsin has been a godsend, the actual roads here are ridiculous. Along with the city planners' apparent hatred of designing streets around a simple grid, the number of hills and speed bumps littering their roads is almost equal to the number of Silly-Hipster-In-Training that also litter the streets.&nbsp;Regardless, it IS a job and I can't complain too much, but I've only recently have I been able to pay rent without dipping into our savings account. I'm also not looking forward to replacing the tires, brakes, shocks, and possibly the airbag (the light keeps flashing at me flirtatiously).</li></ul><ul><li>I got married! I should make a whole post dedicated to this at a later date, complete with pictures and tales of everything that went really right and really wrong, but the long story short is that my wife and I were in Wisconsin for a week because we liked each other enough to put a ring on it.&nbsp;</li><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shallownation.com/images/beyonce_single_ladies_put_a_ring_on_it_music_video_photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="140" src="http://www.shallownation.com/images/beyonce_single_ladies_put_a_ring_on_it_music_video_photo.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">Check.</td></tr></tbody></table><li>The job fairy has been nice to me lately. I've gotten interviews for quite a few different positions in the biotech industry, so with some luck, skill, and whatever else it takes to get a job, I might be able to stop choking down antacid and start weaning the stress-baby residing in my gut.</li><li>While it often seems like my life revolves around my work (or lack there of), my wife and I have been up to some entertainment as well. We both recently acquired bicycles, and have started taking random trips to the local zoo and farmer's market. The former has brought about the realization that my wife is a Tapir-Whisperer. It sounds ridiculous, but it's true. Or maybe they just like to wake up and look at her. I know I do.</li></ul><ul><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCcjI6S-GTw/ScxcbasxWCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/cnkEc-BMfwI/s400/AROUSED+TAPIR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="175" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tCcjI6S-GTw/ScxcbasxWCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/cnkEc-BMfwI/s200/AROUSED+TAPIR.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">I CAN HAS SECRET?</td></tr></tbody></table><li>I'm going to try and get back into the swing of blogging, and possibly even talk about stuff that's useful. Dr. Huang is planning on taking another group of students to Taiwan, so if nothing else I'll try to post things that will help them fund/survive/possibly even enjoy the trip. Stay tuned, Kids.</li></ul>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-65908724407785711002011-04-14T15:44:00.000-05:002011-04-14T15:44:34.373-05:00Operation Bravo Alpha Marriage commencing.Just bought plane tickets, my fiance and I will be back in our hometown for 8 days of nuptial excitement. Now we get a month to figure out what couches we're surfing on. We're almost definitely staying at my mom's on day one, but everything else is up in the air right now.<div><br /></div><div>It's kind of cool, because even though we are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too poor for our honeymoon right now - we're okay with waiting a while to do it, considering all the stuff that's been going on - going back home is a nice mini-vacation.</div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-3955096139609058932011-04-07T00:45:00.000-05:002011-04-07T00:45:51.395-05:00NCUR Summation<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Currently on the train back from NCUR, and it's a real relief. The last week or so has been all sorts of rollercoaster.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Last Monday I had to catch the train from Seattle to Minneapolis, which is easy enough in theory. In practice, my fiance and I forget about Seattle's unique rush hour and then go to the wrong train station. One of the main downtown public transit stations is right next to the Amtrak station, so I ran as fast I could to the fancier station only to find that I had to haul my bright pink suitcase 200 yards back to the crumbling Amtrack depot.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One major lesson I learned about Amtrak last week: It is many things, but it is not fancy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Also, bring your own food. Otherwise you can expect an extra 40 dollars on your travel costs and some serious concern for your G.I. tract. Seriously, the stuff's nastiness is completely untamed by train's microwaves.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I ended up getting to the station after the train was sealed up, but I was able to beg my way on in the nick of time. Then a tree hit the train. I always thought that trees were stationary, but apparently that's not the case in Montana. Duct taping / Repairing the damage to the train tacked on another three hours to the original 36, and subsequent delays had us rolling into MSP about an hour after my plane had taken off for New York. The tree also messed up a phone interview I was supposed to have on the train by stopping the train in one of Montana's numerous black holes of cellular service. Luckily, my school had also chartered a second plane I was able to sneak on and the tutoring agency accepts malicious trees as an excuse for missing an appointment. I made it safe and sound to my hotel and probably get to look forward to tutoring high schoolers struggling to stay afloat.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After all I'd gone though to get to the conference, I decided I needed to make the most of it, though I found that was harder than it seemed. To give you an idea, Ithaca college is roughly the size of wow and the buildings tend to look like the future. With over a thousand attendees, the oral presentations had to be held during class in multiple buildings. This made it challenging to pick and choose what speeches I wanted to see, as they were usually far apart and congested with both presenters and normal Ithaca students. I ended up running around a lot more than I should have in dress clothes trying to bounce between social science, criminal science, and biology presentations. Occasionally, the presentations were too packed to get in (strangely, that happened a lot with the criminal science presentations) so I had time to check out the art exhibits or the gym that had about 60 posters being presented at any given time. Honestly, the posters may have been my favorite part.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Of all the ways to present something, I think posters are probably the best for undergraduate work. From a reader's perspective, you can easily see if you are going to be interested in what is being presented while having unique access to the researcher. From a presenter's perspective, it allows you the most flexibility to tailor your words to your audience and I think it's a lot more exciting to do. You don't really get any of those benefits with speeches. Most people at an undergraduate conference are going to have very diverse backgrounds and attention spans, even if they do understand what you're saying, they might find out in the first five minutes that they'd rather be listening to someone else. Sadly, this happened a lot for me. If they weren't completely over my head, they were completely under it. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The only reason I tried to go to as many oral presentations that I did was that I'd never really seen any by undergraduate researchers before. Granted, there were also some poster presenters that had to be reeeeel bored. A surprising number of people were either uninteresting or were only presenting preliminary research and planning. I'm really not trying to seem pretentious, but it made me wonder just how far undergraduate research has to go. Maybe it's unfair to compare other's work with my own, but there was at least half a year of hard work backing up my poster. I actually had found something and had something to say. When I wasn't talking about research, I was promoting the trip and the Gilman Scholarship. Most importantly, I still had questions I wanted to answer and was able to learn new possible routes of discovery by talking with my fellow researchers. Perhaps I'm being to critical, but I think if you're flying half-way across the country to a national conference, you should at least have something concrete to show for it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm over it. Besides, there was some pretty awesome work there. One group at the University of Minnesota did a pilot study of a chiropractic remedy for peanut allergy, wherein they found that while the blood chemistry of the subjects (n=6) did not change, they were able to eat peanuts after 6 weeks. Basically, the mechanism of allergic reactions, even anaphylaxis, is more complex than we thought. Another cool project was done by an University of Wisconsin – Eau Claire student who analyzed the Truth and Reconciliation Commission in South Africa and concluded that it was ineffective in smoothing over racial tensions that remained after the end of apartheid. One of my favorite projects was probably the criminal science presentation I saw about the CSI effect and it's apparently negligible effect on jury voting. One of my karate instructors was a prosecutor for my county and he had talked about it as a big concern nowadays, so it was nice to hear that the research indicates that jurors are still voting as they normally do.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Now I'm focusing on getting a job. After three months of nothing, suddenly I've an interview at a restaurant on Friday and I get to call back the people at Best Buy when the train roams out into somewhere where my phone gets service. All this is on top of the tutoring gig, a possible job as a temp lab tech (which I almost certainly would have got if I still lived in River Falls – go figure), and, most interestingly, an opportunity to teach yoga and taichi. A local school put an ad up on craigslist and offered scholarships to anyone who is interested in learning and helping them expand into new areas. That last one might take a while, but I'm seriously excited about it. Not only is a great background for naturopathic medicine, but this is one of those things I've wanted to do in the back of my head for a long while.</div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-85163029725453602992011-03-17T13:31:00.000-05:002011-03-17T13:31:56.697-05:00Established in SeattleQuickly coming up on week two in Seattle now. Unfortunately, there's not a whole lot that happened since the last post. We're both looking for work, and when my&nbsp;fiancé&nbsp;and I aren't searching the internet for employment, we're combing through thrift stores for things to replace what we left in Wisconsin. Our apartment now has most of the furniture we want, excepting a couple chairs and things that will have to wait until I have a job so that I can pay for materials to build them. Our neighbors are going to think we're building a doomsday device with all the crap I'm planning on doing. It's mostly just shelves, but they might secretly be DOOM SHELVES!<br /><br />I'm particularly proud of our new sleeper sofa. It's not really interesting or even good looking, there are even a couple of light stains here and there, so it's not the thing itself I'm proud of. My pride resides in how all it's bajillion pounds got into the apartment from 4 miles away and up three flights of stairs. We found it cheap on craigslist, and we also found a guy that hires truck drivers in major U.S. cities to do furniture delivery for cheap as well. Cheap-cheap. It's called Craig's truck and is actually based in Seattle, so I got to meet the owner when he picked me up so I could help him lift the sofa into his truck. He's a bit of mixed bag, and I'm not sure who was more foolish: me for getting into a stranger's van or the stranger who let me get into it. After a conversation that included everything from Christian rap music to the Seattle couch-trade, I determined that we both had definitely made better decisions in our lives, but were both safe&nbsp;acquaintances.<br /><br />And now we have a couch.<br /><br />Otherwise...we celebrated pi day a few days ago by making pie. Next year, I think we'll have to only eat food that is circular or has pi in it. Double points for foods like pizza and tillapia (that's been cut into a circle).<br /><br />Next up: Things to do with the upcoming trip to NCUR.John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-25795462486352182932011-03-17T13:06:00.000-05:002011-03-17T13:06:18.142-05:00Post about moving in I meant to do roughly forever ago.<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm in Seattle now. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The preparation for the trip out here and the trip itself were great ways to wrap in tarp/bury in concrete whatever time my Fiance and I had. Even though we spread the trip out over five days (it was only supposed to be four, more on that later), the stress from it was enough to shrink my appetite and the number of hours I normally sleep in half. It probably would have been easier if we had more than a month prior to get everything packed and shipped out, and it definitely would have been easier if both of us hadn't participated in the River Falls Community Theatre production of Much Ado About Nothing. My soon to be wife was cast as Lenora, a female equivalent to Leonato. I'm engaged, by the way. Been that way for a little more than a year now. She did great, despite the gender-bending and other circumstances of the show. As if moving half-way across the country weren't bad enough, the play was more than a bit of a circus. I won't linger on it, but just to give you an idea, the initial actor playing Verges showed up to all of three rehearsals and was generally useless while he was there. I ended up being re-cast for the part a week before the first show. With the exception of a few high school theatre classes, it was my first time really acting on stage. Hopefully I broke a few legs.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Along with the shortage of time, the weather was very problematic. Wisconsin, in addition to surprisingly large political unrest, was recently hit by some nasty blizzards. This made visiting friends and family before we left difficult. We really weren't keen on crashing into a snowdrift immediately before driving it to Seattle. We did manage to see the majority of people we wanted to see, although not all of them. We'll soon be back in Wisconsin for the wedding and a few other things, so hopefully we'll catch up with them then. Thankfully, we'll get to take the train back. While it won't be as bad in the summer, driving through the mountains is a real challenge during the winter, particularly through Idaho. On the outside, it just looks like funky shaped state full of potatoes. Do not be fooled, as it's primary export is actually death. Idaho is like the Ninja of the United States. It's deceivingly small section of I-90 is dangerously graded and normally racing with semis and secretly-aspiring nascar drivers. We decided that it was bad enough without being covered in snow and ice and so spent another night in our hotel waiting for I-90 to become less terrifying.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">P.S. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For some reason, I was also unable or forgot to return almost any of our friends' and family members' possessions that we've borrowed. The right thing to do would be to mail it to them, but that seems counterproductive. I'm sorely tempted to create just one more incentive for people to come visit us.</div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-86755147154138759542011-02-14T13:33:00.002-06:002011-02-14T13:37:19.982-06:00Presenting-Time.In roughly an hour and a half, I will present my experiences with study abroad and research to roughly 60 students in Dr. Tim Lyden's Anatomy and Physiology class. I'm a little terrified. It's mostly just excitement that's getting lost somewhere in my throat I think, but I'm nervous either way. Of all the presentations I've done in the past few years, this is the least....research-y. &nbsp;My normally effervescent nerd-soul will have to be kept on a tight leash, as I'm talking about something besides zebrafish for once. I'll have to whip out all the fancy colloquial words like "ain't" and "nifty".<br /><br />On a brighter note, my fiance and I have a hotel all set for NCUR. Now we just need plane tickets and the name of a good show on Broadway to go see. AAaaaand a money-tree.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.khak.com/upload/image/BioLife%20Plasma%20Services(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="174" src="http://www.khak.com/upload/image/BioLife%20Plasma%20Services(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can I plant this?</td></tr></tbody></table>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-9416560873200519422011-02-04T15:01:00.000-06:002011-02-04T15:01:13.576-06:00More pictures!<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58881615@N02/">Check it out, I finally got some more of these things up.</a>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-46984181756419335642011-02-02T12:47:00.002-06:002011-02-02T13:28:41.497-06:00Where's my reset button?I've been home for over a week now, and it's a little weird.<br /><div><br /></div><div>A lot of it has less to do with being back and more with getting ready to leave. The last week largely consisted of sending out more job applications and looking for a place to safely pass out in for a week after driving the 28 hours to Seattle. Some might see it as apartment searching, but after the amount of walking, driving, and flying I've done in the past few weeks, as long as the mice don't mind another snuggle-buddy I'll be happy where ever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our goal is to get everything squared away by the beginning of March. Between the planning and the worrying and the arguing and the nerve-racking, I'm about one more bout of food poisoning away from ecstasy. At least I think we've got our new apartment nailed down. We sent them money and called dibs. DIBS I SAY.</div><div><br /></div><div>There's other things that are weird about being back. Even though Taiwan has a lot in common with the States, I've had to readjust to the things I was used to a month ago. Some things, like the floor toilets and the possibility of becoming road pizza whenever I was near a street, have been left behind fairly easily. The floor toilets provided a Great Fun in trying to not fall into them. Other things have taken longer. For instance, now that I'm diligently job searching, I pretty much need a crowbar every time I want some separation from my chair.&nbsp;Being in my apartment for long stretches of the day is very different from my time in Taiwan and being almost constantly on the move. While it was exhausting to travel and do so much, it was by no means boring. &nbsp;Even when I am successful in rending my behind away from in front of my computer, River Falls provides only so much diversity in locale. It's a far cry from the&nbsp;kaleidoscope&nbsp;of Taiwan's scooter-filled metropolises, murmuring seashores, and wide variety of architecture and local business.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>It sounds strange to me, as I'm more of the "hide in my cave while everyone else has enjoyable interactions" type, but I also miss having a lot of people around. Part of me misses all the people-watching, but I wasn't exclusively a wallflower over there. It's a good thing too. Almost everyone in Taiwan&nbsp;- and there were a lot of them -&nbsp;was nothing but kind and willing to put up with me masticating the Chinese language into a pulp. Even though it was difficult to get our points across, I really enjoyed being around so many people that were as nerdy as I am. I've worked in a lab with other people before, but not with as many people or with as large a set-up as in Taiwan. Adding to the awesome, most of the people we were working with were brilliant. It was a little intimidating at first, as I am neither tri-lingual, bi-lingual, and I don't even have a master's degree, but everyone there was just too generous for my&nbsp;embarrassment&nbsp;to last for long.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I'm back to my friends who have no qualms with telling me, "I love you, but you need to actually open your mouth when you talk or quit attempting speech with a mouth full of peanut butter" and other sweet nothings regarding how much of a socially-stunted over-achieving dork I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not having a state-wide snow emergency was pretty nice as well. The heaven's picked the exact worst time to dump it's contents on me. I'm having enough trouble accomplishing everything I need to and squeezing in last minute visits with friends before we go due to my job/apartment/figuring out how to move/packing up things. The last thing I need is being blinded by plumes of snow on a frozen highway.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until the Midwest road system becomes largely dependent on tunnels, I'll have to make do. There's a small mountain of things on my to-do list, including:</div><div><ul><li>Find a Job.</li><li>Figure out how to ship things to our apartment.</li><li>Finish my research with Dr. Huang.</li><li>Meet with some bio/chem/tech clubs and a few teachers on campus to give presentations of my experiences</li><li>Prepare said presentations</li><li>Prepare a poster for NCUR that combines my last year of work, including the trip to Taiwan.</li><li>Meet up with friends one last time before going out to Seattle (and convince them to come visit)</li><li>Help out in the play my&nbsp;fiancé&nbsp;is currently struggling to keep afloat.</li></ul><div>Fun side note: I can make soy milk now, thanks to the tutelage of Dr. Huang's wife.</div><div><br />Also, I totally typed in "globspot" instead of blogspot and think the former is Much better.</div></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-58899509101857800652011-01-25T23:38:00.001-06:002011-01-26T06:36:00.988-06:00Day two back in the States.Don't go looking for day 1 or anything about leaving. This is it. I was way too jet-lagged and busy to be productive yesterday. Who knows how bad everyone else on the trip was doing on their first day of class. I know Dr. Huang had something like 4 or 5 hours of classes. As for myself, I slept in until noon and have been struggling with sleeping more than 4 hours at a time since. The trip over there wasn't nearly as bad. No wonder we can't travel back in time, it's a real pain.<br /><br />Here's the condensed form of the last few days of the trip in Taipei. Friday (the day after my last post) we went to what Dr. Huang called a cultural park. Basically, it was an entire mountain side that was half composed of wax models and replica indigenous Taiwanese villages while the other half was an amusement.park. I liked the almost every aspect of the first half except for the really awful gift shops. They were everywhere and were pretty much limited to selling (at best) useless or (at worst) offensive. I'll have to find somewhere to post more pictures from the day, as I'd like to describe some of the more ugly knick knacks for sale. However, there's some contention over how bad the stuff really was, and I'm curious what people think.<br /><br />Aside from the gift shops, the replica villages were really educational. Once I got over how unnerving the wax models were - they weren't life-like enough to look completely real, but it was enough that I was worried that they'd start to move - it became a really good way to see the cultures of the different tribes indigenous to Taiwan. There were also a few mock ceremonies performed as well, but for the most part they were only interesting in seeing the similarities the had to Native American rituals. Many of the Taiwanese tribes made something very similar to totem poles. The group actually had a pretty decent conversation about this and settled on similarity possibly being based on the similar resources available to both tribes in Taiwan and those in the Pacific Northwest. We're probably wrong, but it's also a question that's nearly impossible to answer anyways.<br /><br />The amusement park section was less educational, but a lot more entertaining with its rollercoasters and tower-rides. Kathryn and I made good work of them all. Unfortunately, Kenna was feeling sick again and wasn't able to join us. By far, my favorite ride was the rollercoaster in the Mayan-themed section of the park. Unlike most rollercoasters, there wasn't a sharp drop at the end of the initial ascent, it was more like a gradual plunge. While thrill junkies may criticize me, I enjoyed the more subtle transition. It also helped that once the cars got up to speed, we were in for roughly two minutes of twisting track, hairpin turns, and several loops. When everyone got off, it didn't matter what language you spoke, as we all might as well have been speaking in tongues. Rides that temporarily damage your ability to make a complete sentence should be the future of diplomacy, I think.<br /><br />The next day, Kenna, Kathryn, and I got to present what we learned and did on our trip to Dr. Huang's old lab technicians. It was admittedly rushed and not a very good presentation, but for putting it together in basically a single night, I think we did okay. If it hadn't just been Dr. Huang's old lab techs it probably would have been disastrous for use.<br /><br />Okay. My tired face is starting to get the jump on me, so I'll have to finish this one later. Keep and eye out for new posts and pictures soon.John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-20030130468986257472011-01-20T12:14:00.000-06:002011-01-20T12:14:07.971-06:00Taiwan - The end is nigh pt. 12012 or some crap, right?<br /><br /><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Soon to be back in the States blog.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There's a couple of things on my mind right now. I'll spare you my worries about getting hired anywhere anytime soon, as well as all the other weird and wonderful rites of leaving never-never land.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Right now, the group is Taipei again after spending the first portion of the week in Taizhong. We're in the process of scrambling to squeeze in as many last minute research projects, touring, and pictures as possible. This may or may not be because of the -20 degree weather that we get to look forward to if our flight somehow lands on the ice rink that is the MSP airstrip.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Our time in Taizhong was a bit of a mixed bag. We arrived on Sunday and mostly rested the rest of that day. Monday and Tuesday were spent doing more surveys of the TCM compounds we received from Drs. Cheng and the coral extracts from the NMMBA. It's a four day protocol, and because we had to leave for Taipei today, I got to try and carry three 96-well plates wrapped in tin foil and whatever else I could find to keep them from spilling in taxis, buses, and subways. It was worth it though, as the extra time allowed the embryos to be perfectly treated by most of the chemicals and we found a few new effective compounds to look at. Considering that Dr. Huang's model has been used to survey several hundreds of chemicals and only found two or three really promising drugs, this is pretty exciting.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We also took another stab at using the anti-AA antibodies we got from Dr. Yu at the Zhongshan Medical University. Unlike the survey, this has yet to really come to fruition. We've got a few kinks to work out still, some of which are quite interesting. One example of this is our use of the optical equipment at Tunghai University. In order to get better resolution and clarity, we've been using something called a confocal microscope. Basically, it builds a topographical map of a sample. By taking away layers and isolating certain areas, a confocal microscope allows us to see things that would be hidden when using a normal light microscope. In layman's terms, it's like looking through batman's microscope. I really like seeing all that those things can do, although it's good to keep in mind that we still have a small laundry list of other experiments to do with the anti-AA antibodies. Once we're back at our own lab, I plan to take full advantage of the very generous supply of antibodies from Dr. Yu.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-60865549293805856962011-01-17T10:22:00.000-06:002011-01-17T10:22:13.741-06:00Taiwan - PHOTO DUMPI finally got around to captioning these suckers. Check out the links to see my hard work and play.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTQFyfFU8ZI/AAAAAAAABjw/W1PvHZ5yqi8/s1600/100_1302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTQFyfFU8ZI/AAAAAAAABjw/W1PvHZ5yqi8/s320/100_1302.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bridgesweat/ChineseMedicineCollegeAndMuseum#">TCM College/Clinic/Museum visit</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTQF3hjU8fI/AAAAAAAABj8/HySrkrmaloY/s1600/100_1261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTQF3hjU8fI/AAAAAAAABj8/HySrkrmaloY/s320/100_1261.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bridgesweat/AcademiaSinica#">Academia Sinica Visit</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTQF8CVcr5I/AAAAAAAABks/-ARSwyyP4q8/s1600/100_1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTQF8CVcr5I/AAAAAAAABks/-ARSwyyP4q8/s320/100_1341.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bridgesweat/Kenting#">Kenting (more to come)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-69206269371053338612011-01-17T02:10:00.000-06:002011-01-17T02:10:18.880-06:00Taiwan - Downtime-er?Here's the promised pictures from the last post. I'm sorry if they're tinted with jealousy. The UWRF research facilities are only enough to get work done and not much more than that.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2Vvt5ULI/AAAAAAAABfg/yoPSSDLnoi4/s1600/SANY0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2Vvt5ULI/AAAAAAAABfg/yoPSSDLnoi4/s320/SANY0074.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You know you're in Taiwan when you're almost too tall to use the emergency showers.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2XawsKuI/AAAAAAAABfk/rNjzhovBnAk/s1600/SANY0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2XawsKuI/AAAAAAAABfk/rNjzhovBnAk/s320/SANY0075.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is like the door that urine samples get passed through, only instead of a toilet, there's fish on the other side.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2Y5bvx-I/AAAAAAAABfo/kuESLCeQe8U/s1600/SANY0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2Y5bvx-I/AAAAAAAABfo/kuESLCeQe8U/s320/SANY0076.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is an air shower here, although I was sad to see that the researchers don't really use it. I don't care if it isn't need for working with zebrafish, I want to be re-pressurized.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2alg9SXI/AAAAAAAABfs/VuMsoIpreHM/s1600/SANY0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2alg9SXI/AAAAAAAABfs/VuMsoIpreHM/s320/SANY0077.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zebrafish room at THU, which is basically a carbon copy of every fish lab in Taiwan. It turns out that Dr. Huang's set up at UWRF is unique in it's use of normal fish tanks.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2ceOCk7I/AAAAAAAABfw/MT7BYwk2ZTQ/s1600/SANY0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2ceOCk7I/AAAAAAAABfw/MT7BYwk2ZTQ/s320/SANY0078.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mice!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2esE1KuI/AAAAAAAABf0/B7I1i-o6Iig/s1600/SANY0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTP2esE1KuI/AAAAAAAABf0/B7I1i-o6Iig/s320/SANY0079.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sole inhabitant of the rabbit lab.</td></tr></tbody></table>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-17290848840504380552011-01-17T00:19:00.000-06:002011-01-17T00:19:17.353-06:00Taiwan - Down timeNot much to say right now, but I'll be posting later tonight with more.<br /><br />I just wanted to nerd out a little bit. The facilities here at Tunghai U include a clean room for their zebrafish, mice, and rabbit labs. Pictures in the next ten minute break I get.John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-55477684230647860262011-01-16T09:01:00.001-06:002011-01-16T09:04:42.078-06:00Taiwan - Southern Taiwan and Kenting (Pt.2)Good news. The Gilman scholarship finally got transfered to me today, so the UWRF financial aid office isn't about to have my thumbs broken. Hooray for non-cement shoes!<br /><br />This trip has been an exercise in, if nothing else, flexibility. Almost none of the specifics details have gone exactly according to plan. Either we've had to do some things later than others and bump ahead a few things, or we've had to skip some plans altogether. It's unfortunate, but what can we do but make the best of it? Besides, being able to bend has given us a few happy surprises as well. One man's flat tire is another's sudden excuse to hike a mountain trail.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTLnnf5bL2I/AAAAAAAABeY/ZDHAZrenCnA/s1600/100_1732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTLnnf5bL2I/AAAAAAAABeY/ZDHAZrenCnA/s320/100_1732.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The guy showing us around, Tony, handled it pretty well.</td></tr></tbody></table>We're back in Taizhong for a few days, but there's still a lot to be said about the past week. Looking at it now, I realize that we spent the entire week in or around the NMMBA in Kenting. There was never a moment when the sea wasn't within earshot or visible through a window. I miss it now. Unfortunately, the weather wasn't good for us to go swimming or snorkeling. If you look at the last post, you'll see that I did manage to scare Tony and Dr. Huang by flipping off the ocean.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTLr5ePjtTI/AAAAAAAABeo/k6jgsE1vXUY/s1600/100_1691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTLr5ePjtTI/AAAAAAAABeo/k6jgsE1vXUY/s320/100_1691.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gymnastics actually started with cartwheels. It ended with my first b-twist.</td></tr></tbody></table><div>Our tourism was very welcome after the time we spent in the NMMBA labs. Tony (for the record, one of the kindest men in Taiwan and I wish him and his soon-wife all the best) took the week off from his normal experiments to babysit Kenna, Kathryn, and I while we learned some of the basics of column chromatography and NMR spectroscopy. With the exception of the NMR, everything was pretty straightforward once we got over Tony's accent and my tendency to either project my voice or slur my words and speak to quickly. Things would have been even easier if he'd used a picture book to explain the process: chopping up a frozen sample of soft coral, extracting anything that might be interesting with methanol, and then loading the crude extract into a silica-powder column isn't that hard. Setting up the column was mostly just annoying after we'd gotten the TLC pre-runs done to identify the proper solvent mixture. (For the confused: a column is like a big series of filters for mixtures of chemicals. TLC is like a very small column that is often used to figure out how the column should be set up) Working with Silica powder, along with having the family-friendly trait of never leaving your lungs if you're unlucky enough to inhale it, is very similar to taking a toddler to the&nbsp;grocery store.&nbsp;It likes to go everywhere except where you want it.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMA0LI4ypI/AAAAAAAABe4/nRNbFCQlxzk/s1600/100_1388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMA0LI4ypI/AAAAAAAABe4/nRNbFCQlxzk/s320/100_1388.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Science and fashion aren't friends, but my lungs aren't perforated with glass now either.</td></tr></tbody></table><div>The NMR made packing the column look like a piece of cake. It's like reading <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice's_Adventures_in_Wonderland">Lewis Carrol's</a> EKG. Luckily, we were assisted by another Dr. named Siu who was also extremely kind, if somewhat difficult to talk to. I tried my hardest to remember what I already knew and to interpret Dr. Siu's hand gestures and sparse English, but organic chemistry is pretty traumatic to begin with. Hopefully Kenna and Kathryn got something out of Dr. Siu's and my teamwork.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMACErcZpI/AAAAAAAABe0/ZeDDm9Yjxls/s1600/100_1685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMACErcZpI/AAAAAAAABe0/ZeDDm9Yjxls/s320/100_1685.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They were like biological lawnmowers.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMABaiS5UI/AAAAAAAABew/0ktWAFpVZbo/s1600/100_1374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMABaiS5UI/AAAAAAAABew/0ktWAFpVZbo/s320/100_1374.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I call him "Lefty".</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div>Another person at the NMMBA that I should mention is Jo. Our first day, she showed us the tanks where she and her coworkers culture the coral and fish specimens the NMMBA collects. Imagine a cross between a farm and an aquarium all inside of a building the size of baseball field. There were tanks with jellyfish, non-jelly fish, coral, algae, sea snakes and so much more. For whatever reason, they provided a home for injured or damaged animals until they could be set free or cremated. &nbsp;This included a couple of horses that used to be used to make antibodies to snake venom and now spend their time wandering all over the campus. There were also sea turtles, which are about entirely larger than you would expect them to be.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMAAcgfSPI/AAAAAAAABes/MBF6OJPAwnI/s1600/100_1351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMAAcgfSPI/AAAAAAAABes/MBF6OJPAwnI/s320/100_1351.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jo pointing out the coral farming to Dr. Huang.</td></tr></tbody></table><div></div>Anyways, back to Jo. She was supposed to take us snorkeling, but with the weather instead showed us how coral can be fluorescent and how coral reproduces. (PIC) When we went out for dinner and drinks with Dr. Siu and his researchers, she also demonstrated her superior dog-wrangling skills. Along with three other people in the back seat of the car, they fought valiantly to keep their poodle Yummy from scrabbling into the front seat. It was some good fun, and a nice addition to my conversation on traveling with another one of the researchers named James.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMA1ao2-zI/AAAAAAAABe8/hMajO62QmQk/s1600/100_1671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTMA1ao2-zI/AAAAAAAABe8/hMajO62QmQk/s320/100_1671.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blacklights: Not just for raves anymore.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Next update: More of the NMMBA aquarium, more exploring beaches, more awesome people and jellyfish stings.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-78300656117212214622011-01-14T11:17:00.000-06:002011-01-14T11:17:59.087-06:00NCUR and other News.Unfortunately, it's late and I need to break my current insomnia streak. The past couple of days have been mostly fueled by coffee and fear. Before I head off to bed, I have two bits of good news<br /><br /><ol><li>I got accepted to go to NCUR! &nbsp;Now I just need to figure out how I'm going to get there from Seattle.</li><li>UW - River Falls is going to be doing an email interview with me sometime soon regarding the Gilman Scholarship.</li></ol>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-65618540818327895192011-01-14T11:10:00.001-06:002011-01-14T11:14:23.498-06:00Taiwan - Southern Taiwan and Kenting (Pt.1)<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Sorry &nbsp;it took so long, but I finally posted pictures from Taizhong. They're captioned, so go ahead and take a look:&nbsp;<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bridgesweat/20110105TaiwanDay7#">Day 7 photos (Traditional Chinese Medicine College, Clinic, and Museum)</a><br /><br />With any luck I'll get the rest of the photos I took with Dr. Huang's camera sorted, labeled, and posted sometime in the next decade.<br /><br />Anywho.<br /><br />This week started with riding the bullet train again, this time from Taizhong to Kenting.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Kenting is in the southern part of Taiwan. Kenna, Kathryn, and I were very excited by this as it was much warmer there than in northern Taiwan. I know that it's been all of a few weeks since I was in the brisk Wisconsin winter storm warning fiesta, but my body temperature must have adapted as I was shivering in the 55 degree wind with everyone else in Taiwan. It kind of sucked, I was expecting summer weather and ended up almost a chilled as back home. Thus the excitement for Kenting. There was even talk of needing swimsuits for beach excursions. I was extra excited by this, as I've never actually been in an ocean.<br /><br />I've been sprayed by both the Atlantic and the Pacific while in both Washingtons, but I never got the chance to jump in and splash back. REVENGE WILL BE MINE!<br /><br />Edit: My ingenious battle plan was unsuccessful in instigating ocean-swimming. However, I did manage to land a few flips and possibly even my proper B-twist.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTCBGlSWIaI/AAAAAAAABeU/GUGmscecNAQ/s1600/100_1693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TTCBGlSWIaI/AAAAAAAABeU/GUGmscecNAQ/s320/100_1693.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not as good as swimming.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">After having spent the first two weeks in chaotic Taipei and the only slightly calmer Taizhong, arriving in Kenting was a bit of shock. It's located in the midst of national park lands and actually has things like open spaces. Compared to the cramped northern cities that seem to be the battle ground of construction workers and advertisers, Kenting and the surrounding area's lack of competition for both level and vertical square footage was like walking out of an oven. If it weren't for the ocean and, unfortunately, the scooters, it's got a lot in common with Wisconsin.<br /><br />Actually, that's quite a stretch. I might as well say&nbsp;Popsicles&nbsp;have a lot in common with wind turbines.<br /><br /></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-52922145051631741482011-01-13T11:58:00.002-06:002011-01-14T11:20:31.109-06:00Taiwan - Last day in Taizhong (pt. 2)<div>Sorry about that last post's tangent. This one will be more succinct, if only because it's almost three AM here and I was up much later last night. My pineal gland must be taking a vacation, but normal circadian rhythms are over-rated anyways.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.irishhealth.com/content/image/14107/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.irishhealth.com/content/image/14107/sleep.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My favorite part about our last day in Taizhong had to be the museum's section dedicated to medicine. As with the other exhibits, I was surprised by how extremely thorough and they were. Pretty much every kind of treatment mankind has devised was on display. There was clinical medicine, traditional Chinese medicine, and even some folk remedies from Africa. Apparently, there are some African tribes that basically practice acupuncture, except they do it with nails on a wooden doll that is meant to act as a decoy for diseases. The things look like sad porcupines.&nbsp;Another interesting aspect of the exhibit was how traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) was given almost as much space as the clinical medicine is, in fact most of the exhibits on human aging and disease included the perspectives of both clinical and TCM. It was a good reflection of how traditional Chinese medicine is regarded by the majority of the Chinese, although most go to a clinical doctor for much of their troubles. Granted, the line between clinical medicine and TCM really blurred for me while I was in Taizhong - especially at the Chinese medicine college with Dr. Cheng. While they were most definitely working with TCM, the were also testing it with macrophages and using genetic engineering to make better remedies - not to mention the work my group did with extracting active compounds from plants.</div><div><br /></div><div>(It may sounds strange to those who here Naturopathy and guess the meaning to be "over-privileged&nbsp;hippie quackery" but as an aspiring ND, I was ecstatic to experience firsthand the blending of clinical and traditional medicine.)</div><div><br /></div><div>After the museum our group explored the surrounding area, which included what I first thought was children's play equipment and later learned were public exercise machines. We also checked out a 16-story department store. Including everything you could find at Ikea for roughly the same amount, I wasn't a fan. I did like the massive arcade on the top floor, but the hounding by sales people (who make American door to door salesmen look completely apathetic) really ruined it for me. For one, I didn't understand a thing they said, and they seemed to think that it didn't matter. In truth, it didn't, because I was just window shopping. Explaining this was almost impossible. We were able to escape into the restaurant on one of the upper floors, only to be greeted by an equally menacing terror.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:xtMKiBGSr4BzSM:http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/sarahpitre/babyhamburger1.jpg&amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:xtMKiBGSr4BzSM:http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/sarahpitre/babyhamburger1.jpg&amp;t=1" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Actually, it was just really bad steak.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><div>A general rule of thumb: &nbsp;Whenever a restaurant serves food endogenous of a certain country, unless said restaurant is in said country, the food is almost always bad. Chinese restaurants in the states are NOTHING like restaurants in Taiwan or China. The food is faster, better, and cheaper here, unless you go to a steakhouse. Then the inverse is true. While this is pretty much common sense, we still make adventures to places with Western food once in a while.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-25151174342958221302011-01-11T09:28:00.003-06:002011-01-13T12:03:54.713-06:00Taiwan - Last day in Taizhong (pt. 1)I just found out I had been&nbsp;misspelling&nbsp;almost all of the Chinese words on this blog. As a result, I've probably been pronouncing many of them wrong as well. That's just swell. American tourists look bad enough as it is.<br /><br />One of my rare gripes about the language in Taiwan is their non-use of the pinyin system. I'm not a fan of their total adherence to traditional characters either. Otherwise, the language is really interesting and fun except for those two details. Some days, those two details can really wreck a day. You can say a lot of things about China, but they were REALLY smart to make the switch to simplified characters.<br /><br />Anyways, the last day of week two went as follows:<br /><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After finishing up the last of our week's work in Dr. Cheng's lab, we went to lunch somewhere nearby the science-museum. Dr. Huang, in one of his more and more prevalent moments of dry humor, had the girls and I thinking that the restaurants around the museum where all pretty upscale and that we would have to eat at McDonalds. The look on Kathryn's face was too delightful for words. We ended up eating at pretty fancy italian place instead, and I actually enjoyed it a lot. Throughout the trip, I've made it my goal to try as much as is safe to do so. Accordingly, I've been a little irritated when Dr. Huang or the others have suggested getting food that we could get back home. It just seems ridiculous to me to travel halfway around the world just to do the same stuff you can do at home. I did manage to get over my frustration though, as it is very interesting to see how other places portray different cultures, almost as much as it is to see the differences between how wrong the common American perceptions of Chinese culture are.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The science museum was definitely the highlight of the day, though the main chocolate exhibit was strangely disappointing. For all the people jostling around trying to see it, the only interesting things on display were the various scultures made out of chocolate, though they were pretty sweet. HaHaHaPUN. Actually, I was sad to find that we were only a llowed to look at the chocolate renditions of the terra cotta warriors or the Taipei 101. Neither were we allowed to eat the dim sum meal that was sculpted out of chocolate. It was very conflicting because the whole place smelled delicious but there was despicably solid plate glass between the displays and my mouth. Adding insult to injury, everything in the gift shop was apparently priced by Persian princes, so I couldn't go the legal route to fulfill the cocoa monkey that had been strapped to my back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In all seriousness, the chocolate displays were really impressive and inspired. I saw some stuff done with food that I would never have the creativity nor the patience to complete, although that may be because that thought train would go something like: "Hey, I bet I can carve this into something INMYFACE!" ~insert the sound of starving raptors eating birthday cake~</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The rest of the museum was much more interesting, partly because the legends on the permanent exhibits were both in English and Chinese, and partly because the displays were six kinds of awesome. I was pretty much floored by the animatronic dinosaurs that greeted me upon entering the main museum. Rating them on my scale of fantasticness, they had a score of three crying children.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2006/08/Aug%2010%20Crying%20Child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2006/08/Aug%2010%20Crying%20Child.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's like the metric system, but understood in the U.S.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I think they should have done better, but I'm not sure the youngsters in the room realized that the robots seemed to react to those around them. I was really expecting one to ask me if I was John Connor. I really like them. My inner nine year-old very much wanted to spend the entire time <s>taunting</s> playing with the dinosaurobots, but I decided that asserting dominants over robotic placeholders of extinct deathdealers was probably not the best example to set for the children that were already scared and confused by my lack of exposure to sunlight and blonde hair.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">After glaring menacingly at some uppity velociraptors for next year's christmas card, I moved on to the exhibit of the human body. I'm not sure exhibit is the right word, as the majority of the museum's two top levels were dedicated to explain one aspect of Homo sapiens or another. Whether it was about human development, birth, and even death, the exhibit was astoundingly thorough. It's interesting, because in my use of the word "development", I mean it in the broadest sense possible. For example, the aforementioned T2000's could be seen as part of the human exhibit, as they were part of the evolutionary process that resulted in Neanderthaland and my more distant cousins. I think the one word that really described the exhibit was "thorough." You could start at a display about the origins of life and make your way up the Darwinian path to displays of Egyptian mummification and even cryo-preservation. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">That last display scared me a little, mostly because I was under the impression that the only people who were crazy enough to pursue cold storage-based immortality died sometime after World War II. While I can see the benefits of cold-storage for things like space travel, I am a firm believer in death. It's not an issue that really bothers me at all until people try to cheat the system. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For a while I wanted to be a mortician because I thought I would be a good fit for the work given my comfort level. Part of the reason I'm no longer engaged in mortuary science was the realization that many people are vehemently opposed to accepting death as innevitable. It really surprises me how many people go about their lives as if there will always be another day to get their lives in order. Worse yet, just as many people spend enormous amounts of money to prolong the suffering and consequences of a life lived under the impression that tomorrow was soon enough. In a nutshell, my problem was that working as a funeral director would ensure that I eventually had to deal with everyone of those individuals. I couldn't stomach it, and switched.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Another thing that found strange, although not for the reasons you might expect, was the thermal imaging video of a recently deceased person cooling off. As I've said, death is something that bothers me, but I am very aware of how much it bothers others. I was simply surprised to see the cooling video and the artifacts that accompanied it in an otherwise family-friendly museum. 1000 year old mummies (out of their sarcophagi) and Incan burial masks (silver with red paint to symbolize blood – used to try and revive the recently deceased) are not things that would be on pedestals in an American museum. I'm not sure where I stand on the issue.<br /><br />Too be continued. In the meantime, feel free to let me know what you think about shielding children from things like death.</div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-78691152192426241762011-01-11T09:07:00.003-06:002011-01-11T09:23:32.670-06:00Taiwan Day - I'm really not counting anymore.I just got internet access for the first time in a few days. While I've been writing for the entire time, I've not been able to post. Even after tonight, I'll still probably not be caught up.<br /><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Research results from Week 2:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Rutin extraction, purification, and TLC</div><ul><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">With Dr. Cheng at the Chinese Medical University</div></li><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Rutin extracted via hot methanol from pagoda tree flowers (latin?)</div></li><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Active component (Rutinose) strengthens blood vessels, while the rest functions as an anti-uretic</div></li><li>Took a long time to recrystalize and even longer to dry.</li><li>Ended up getting multiple grams of solid sample.</li><li>Made a new friend, Tsai. You can see his account in the followers list, from my conversation with him he's much smarter than me and also doing some really interesting work with genetic engineering and mushrooms. His group is attempting to increase the production of a medicinally significant protein inside of a mushroom. Actually, it's exactly the kind of project that I would eventually like to be a part of some day, mixing both clinical and traditional medicine.</li></ul><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Preliminary chemical survey of compounds from Chinese Medical University with Dr. Liu at Tunghai University</div><ul><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">10 compounds with two positive controls and one negative control.</div></li><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">No conclusive results, may have to redo the survey</div></li><li>Recieved 20 more compounds to survey</li><li>Found out that Dr. Liu is one of the most well-organized and helpful women alive.</li></ul><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Anti-AA cd/ciELISA with Dr. Yu at Zhongshan Medical University</div><ul><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">First day: observed the protocols done by the wonderful laboratory assistant, Jim.</div></li><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Second day: attempted the protocols observed yesterday with varying degree of success.</div><ul><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On the whole, everyone was able to get acceptable results, given some tweaking.</div></li><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There were only a few moments where Jim looked worried about our well-being.</div></li></ul></li></ul><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Anti-AA immunohistochemistry staining with Dr. Liu at Tunghai University</div><ul><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Protocol was actually carried out very well, considering the trouble Kenna and I have had in the past and it being Kenna's first time. Normally a large number of embryos are lost amongst all of the washes and pippetting, we only lost a couple.</div></li><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Strange results, we'll have to repeat them.</div><ul><li><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Anti-AA Ab's appear to have stained the heart, a ring of cells in the tail, and parts of the eye. The MF-20 embryos did not stain very well for some reason, which is strange because they normally do. It is strange, and we're not sure what is going on with some of the stains. Hopefully we'll get access to a section and the equipment we need to redo the experiment, either during the last week or even after we get back. Either way, this work was the main reason we came to Taiwan, so if nothing else gets done in the near future, this project will be.</div></li></ul></li></ul><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Most of this week was spent in one of the three different labs that we were working in. It was fun, but also exhausting. Having to travel to and from all the different work spaces and the difficulties of scientific discussion with sizable language barrier did a fantastic job of zapping all of my available energy. How tuckered out I was at the end of the day was probably exasperated by staying up late so that I could talk with my fiance. Luckily, I should be done with that kind of nonsense in two weeks, so if I can just withstand being a zombie for a couple more weeks I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure that once I get home from the airport, I'm going to hug my bride to be and then bury myself with covers and Nyquil for a week.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When I haven't felt like a drooling automaton, I've been trying to talk with some of the researchers and professors we've been sharing labs with. As I'm only capable of pidgin Chinese, the amount of information I've been able to extract from the conversations has fluctuated wildly. With some of the conversations I've had, it was an accomplishment just to get names exchanged. Others, particularly Drs. Yu and Liu, have been more accomodating. Another area I've had issues in when talking with people here has been that we're not sure what to talk about. I'm not sure, but I think that a lot of it has to do with not understanding the language in addition to the fact that we're not graduate students. On top of that, it's really hard for me to try and pry out what people are interested in. I think that if I were a better conversationalist, this wouldn't be such an issue, but right now the awkward sileces area little too prevalent. One thing is for certain, next year someone on the trip besides Dr. Huang needs to understand Chinese. Otherwise, we need to bring balloon animals to explain our ideas better.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-79888781764926518522011-01-11T08:55:00.000-06:002011-01-11T08:55:39.387-06:00Taiwan Days 6-13 - Heinz 57.My goal tonight is to finally catch up with my posting here. Luckily, the last handful of days can be summed up pretty simply. We've been in one lab or another anywhere from 8 to 10 hours a day and then spending what little energy we have left to lift the covers on our beds.<br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm not complaining - I love research. There are days when my work with Dr. Huang is one of the few things in my life that I really understand. Even when I'm not sure about something I know that I can figure things out if I'm patient and diligent enough. In fact, it's these pursuits that make research the most rewarding for me. There aren't very many other jobs where you get to help discover things that no one has ever seen before. It's even more rare to see one's discoveries branch out into an ever-increasing spiral of new questions.</div><div><br /></div><div>Take our group's research at the end of last week and all of this week. Some of the experiments worked out pretty well, some of them didn't. Being here for only a week with limited lab access and resources, it would be great to have all the experiments work flawlessly. In my experience experiments seldom behave this way. Partly this has to do with the exaggerated element of human error that unfortunately plagues undergraduate research. I think that the different fish and equipment we're using in our experiments may also be working against us. We're used to working with fairly vigorous wild-type fish from a pet store, but all of the fish we've had access to during this trip have been a lot more fancy (ie: transgenic and highly inbred). Being almost completely different animals, we've had to make some educated guesses regarding how to modify the experiments so that they would work properly. That considered, getting even mixed results is impressive.</div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-44761831513865661942011-01-06T11:29:00.001-06:002011-01-07T08:42:18.762-06:00Taiwan Day 5inallyJust a heads up, unlike New Years Eve, I'll keep all of New Year's Day within the confines of a single post. If we're lucky, I might also stop being so self-reflexive in my writing. I just found out that I have someone to do it for me. Either Kathryn or Kenna has taken to stealing my notebook when I'm not looking. Writing sweet little nothings like "John! This is your notebook. Please don't me, and I would appreciate it if you were to write more legibly so I and others can read what you write! Much love, Notebook", they've also taken to making what could be heavily veiled commentary on how much I've been eating.<br /><br />My favorites are:<br />"Richard Simmon's vanity license plate reads, 'YRUFAT'"<br />&nbsp;and<br />"It's legal in West Virginia and Pennsylvania to eat roadkill."<br /><br />I'll have you know that according to&nbsp;<s>my mom</s> a reliable source, I'm just <s>a&nbsp;human garbage disposal</s>&nbsp;big-boned.<br /><br />Even though I've written a lot about food, there is a lot more to Taiwan. For example, on New Years Day our group trekked out to the National Palace Museum for a free visit. Even though it seemed like everyone who went to see the fireworks at the Taipei 101 the night before had the same idea, it was a pretty good experience. The museum is one of the largest collections of ancient Chinese artifacts in the world, with everything from manuscripts to royal pottery. I enjoyed the latter quite a bit. Not being allowed to take pictures, I'll to try and describe one of my favorite pieces that I saw. It's something called a spinning pot. Basically, it's a vase inside of a vase, but the outer vase has parts cut away so that the inner vase is visible. The inner vase is able to spin inside of the outer vase, so when it is also decorated with things like koi it looks like a ceramic fish bowl. If I get the chance, I'm making my own when I get back, but with gun-turrets instead of fish.<br /><br />I can't wait to get kicked out of pottery class.<br /><s></s>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-41631623464903646982011-01-05T18:08:00.002-06:002011-07-18T00:17:45.963-05:00Taiwan Day 4ish<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TRu_HCT7hOI/AAAAAAAABIA/FI4Fie34LY0/s1600/Taiwan+Day+4+133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMMtzPIay0g/TRu_HCT7hOI/AAAAAAAABIA/FI4Fie34LY0/s320/Taiwan+Day+4+133.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my busy face.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;It is unfortunately apparent how behind I am on posting and how poorly the posts that I do have convey what I've want them to. I've been really busy lately. Hopefully, I can stay up late tonight and get some things finally filed away in my mental "done" pile. I've got Regina Spektor crooning in one ear and Dr. Huang's snores in the other, so let's start with actually explaining the events behind some of the photos I posted in the last post.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">New Year's Eve was one big ball of crazy. It was also exciting, hectic, and on a few occasions nearly perilous. I guess that's how you know we're doing things right. The day started off harmless enough with some more work with embryos. For those who understand nerd, the following is what we were up to, as I now realize how extremely vague I was (You may thank my fiancée for this - and most of my other positive character traits).&nbsp;For those who don't, suffice it to say that we're finally doing some science and skip ahead to the stars.</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Our work at Academia Sinica was basically the same thing that our lab normally does in River Falls, except better. Normally, we use in vitro fertilization to obtain roughly a few hundred zebrafish embryos for pharmaceutical testing and other experiments. I was pleased to find that the fish at Academia Sinica breed infinitely better than those at UWRF. We managed to get something in excess of 2000 embryos to work with, which was very encouraging until I found out everything Dr. Huang had in mind for those embryos. The first experiment was pretty tame in that it involved comparing the effects of known drugs for heart failure against a compound from La Crosse we've been looking at since the summer. I've done dozens of similar trials. The other two experiments were a little more daunting. Both were time trials, which is basically Dr. Huang-lish for "people get to draw straws for who stays up all night to change the embryo chemical treatments at 6 hour intervals. The main purpose of this sleep deprivation is to ascertain the "window" of a drug's function on heart failure. As&nbsp;we also had to harvest the embryos, we get to look at variation in gene expression as well (in experiments we'll be doing tomorrow).&nbsp;I'm not sure why, but Dr. Huang offered to do most of the time trials. This freed the girls and I up for the New Year's Eve. While he's a bit of a workaholic, it's nice to know that underneath he's got a heart of gold.&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">***********STARS********STARS*********STARS (Someone needs to show me how to do cuts)</span></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br /></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size: x-small;">After the work with embryos was finished, the pictures from the last post are pretty indicative of what we did. Dr. Huang's old lab assistant ChinWei loaned Dr. Huang some of his nicer clothes for our fancy New Year's Eve dinner, even though that's not really common in Taiwan. In Japan it is, but I think ChinWei was pretty confused by it all. He played along with our sillyness very well regardless. We had Peking duck for dinner, which was delicious even with the breeze that blew through the restaurant. Afterwards, we went to ChinWei's house for the very energetic party his family was hosting. I had a really good time trying to comprehend the three different languages spoken with various degrees of intoxication, though this may have been slightly due to my own sampling of some very fine wine and sake. It had a great way of making the actual content of a conversation secondary to the intent behind it. Luckily everyone was there to have a good time, so the verbal chaos at least appeared to be friendly. Honestly, it was probably the theme for the night, as the Whole City was lit up with fireworks to celebrate the 100<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;New Year of the Republic of China. Getting home from the festivities was no exception to the chaotic theme, as it looked like all of Taipei and then some came to watch the Taipei 101 worked in fire. With some help from ChinWei and the Taiwan public transportation system, Kenna, Kathryn, and I all made it home safe and sound. The only real mishap was that I almost paid the taxi three times the fare, so considering everything that could have gone wrong while we were being jostled by the gigantic crowd, I'm not complaining. As far as first real New Year's Eve celebrations go, Taiwan treated me pretty well.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542932602211142672.post-51016561516248704202011-01-03T04:23:00.003-06:002011-01-03T04:39:06.959-06:00Taiwan Day 4 - CamerafixSo far, Taiwan has only one thing that really irritates me. My camera has decided to be a greedy little power-monger. I'm lucky if I can get half a day with one set. This sucks. The pictures from our trip to the hot springs that I have been able to take can be found <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bridgesweat/20101229TaiwanDay4#5556242715985497890">here</a>, although my camera was uncooperative after lunchtime.<br /><div><br /></div><div>However, and I'm sorry if I mentioned this before and forgot, Kenna and Kathryn have been letting me use their cameras for some things. So I still have some way to share my experiences besides for long, rambling posts. Granted, I pretty much forgot about some of the pictures I took on their cameras until I was looking at their uploads on facebook and was really confused about why some of the photos seemed so familiar before realizing that I took them. Kenna and Kathryn's photos can be found <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=597253230">here</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=272644&amp;id=585633846">here</a>, and I've posted some of my favorites below.</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs762.ash1/165346_487427948846_585633846_5882333_7874807_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs762.ash1/165346_487427948846_585633846_5882333_7874807_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The temple we visited on the first day when my batteries were dead. The girls and I did a lot of posing and sillyness with the stone tigers before we got kicked out for strangely unrelated reasons.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs788.ash1/167854_480737883230_597253230_6064997_529193_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs788.ash1/167854_480737883230_597253230_6064997_529193_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is almost everyone that had pizza at the Academic Sinica. It was very cool, the old lab assistants meeting the new lab assistants. We all got to commiserate about how much of a task-master Dr. Huang can be. From right to left is Kenna, Me, Kathryn, ChinWei, Dr. Huang, and Benjamin. Brian also joined us, but he had to go before we thought to take a picture.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1379.snc4/163171_480813983230_597253230_6066636_4068955_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1379.snc4/163171_480813983230_597253230_6066636_4068955_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koi at the restaurant where we had Peking duck. Unfortunately, they were probably the nicest aspect of the place. The food was good, but there was a constant breeze that turned the place into a giant fridge.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs778.ash1/166828_480814028230_597253230_6066638_2621777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs778.ash1/166828_480814028230_597253230_6066638_2621777_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We all got dressed up for New Years and the fancy food. Dr. Huang even borrowed some of ChinWei's (on my left) clothes. I found out that unless you're going to a wedding or funeral in Taiwan, dressing up is pretty uncommon. I'm liking this country more and more by the minute.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs036.snc6/166658_480814243230_597253230_6066646_3574159_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs036.snc6/166658_480814243230_597253230_6066646_3574159_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After dinner, we went over to ChinWei's house. &nbsp;After we hung out with the adults downstairs and were thoroughly overwhelmed with tri-lingual yelling, we went upstairs to meet ChinWei's younger brother Nick. He and his friends were a lot less exhausting to be around, for the most part we just shared wine and introductions.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1337.snc4/162970_489495718846_585633846_5920361_780450_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1337.snc4/162970_489495718846_585633846_5920361_780450_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me doing Science.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>John Drophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380286280964898368noreply@blogger.com0